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Chapter 1212: Battle against the Xuanwang Palace(2/2)

The other people also started to fight, and Ye Ziling and Chu Tianhao were still confronting each other. Lin Yun glanced at him and didn't look much.

Ye Ziling and Chu Tianhao are both leaders of the sect, and their victory or defeat is both 50% and 50% respectively. Last night's special training was not very much for Ye Ziling, after all, she has mastered the sword intent of the Great Heaven.

It is not something that can be achieved overnight if you want to go further and advance to the peak and perfect state.

After all, she can only rely on herself. If even Chu Tianhao cannot defeat this battle, then Ye Ziling's so-called obsession would be too superficial.

"No need to look at it. Apart from you, no one else in the Fuyun Sword Sect can win!"

Feng Kui on the battle stage saw Lin Yun’s gaze wandering, and he didn’t take him seriously at all, without any anger, and had a strong smile on his face.

"You should be very upset, right?"

Feng Kui looked at Lin Yun and continued to smile and said, "Although his strength is obviously against the will of heaven, he is considered an extraordinary monster, but he has no use of any use."

Lin Yun took his gaze back and smiled and said, "The Xuanwang Palace is destined to win? This is really not necessarily..."

Feng Kui raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled arrogantly, "Isn't it? Apart from you, the only master in the Xuanwang Palace is Ye Ziling. Unfortunately... she was not lucky and met Senior Brother Chu Tianhao.

.As for the others, haha, isn’t it just a joke that the elder brother was defeated by the nameless people in Tianxing Pavilion.”

Lin Yun's eyes burst out suddenly, and he said coldly: "I advise you to take a good look!"

What's the meaning?

Lin Yun's words made Feng Kui look puzzled. When his eyes looked around, his face changed drastically.

Han Yu and others who had the advantage just now were all at a disadvantage without exception.

They released the power of the king to the extreme, and the world became colored, but under the shining of sword lights, the so-called power of the king was always compressed in a small place.

How is this possible?
Chapter completed!
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